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It was an ordinary afternoon. The sun was as radiant as always and at its best, but that afternoon something was shining even brighter than it. That was the first time I saw you, and I can swear I’ve never seen such a beautiful smile, and even that word is too small.

There was a war between destiny and infinity. Destiny wanted to be written and infinity wanted to never end, so in the end they agreed to unite into a hug and become love.

There was a fire that burned like no other and by the end of the afternoon we went for a coffee and a talk of those that no longer exist, of those that are fleeting and magical. We spoke of life and death, of creating and believing, of failures and losses. We talked about what we wanted to be, what we needed to do in order to get there and the pain that escorted us as a shadow in life.

I offered you the moon, the sky and the stars, and you offered me the peace that my soul longed for. And without making plans, without thinking about tomorrow, we began to live the most beautiful love story ever written, and that right there was the problem.

It started when the words came out of your mouth and wielded a dagger that completely shattered sadness.

The problem was that I loved you even before you arrived; the problem arrived when the looks became poetry and time became the perfect tool to show you that you were the solution to all my sorrows. The problem was that I wanted to be eternal and to love you for a thousand years; the problem arose when I realized that nothing is forever, that your kisses would go to the grave with me. The problem was that I loved you enough to write letters to you and leave them in the cupboard, so that when you woke up you would smile and think I was crazy, love.

The problem is the lack of sanity. There are more days left, more lives to love you, to live with you, to kiss you as if our lives were infinite.

We are moments. We will be infinite in the hearts of those who live loving until their last breath.